Matty’s mouth twisted, pleased. “I do.”
She leaned in for a kiss and Sloan met her halfway, letting it be soft for a moment, letting Matty taste the patience she’d had to practise. Matty’s fingers slid up her thigh and followed the strap, tracing it like she was checking the fit.
Sloan caught her wrist—not to stop her, just to hold her there.
“Are you going to take your time?” Sloan asked.
Matty’s eyes brightened. “You want me to?”
Sloan’s smile was small. “I want you on top of me.”
Matty made a quiet sound, half laugh, half groan. “That’s not an answer.”
“It is,” Sloan said. “You’re just being difficult.”
“Always.” Matty’s hands went to her waistband. She shoved her trousers and knickers down in one impatient movement, kicked them off, and climbed on Sloan like she’d been thinking about it all day.
The heat of Matty’s body pressed down, familiar and new, all at once. “Lube?”
The bottle was on the bed beside Sloan, and she grabbed it, flipping the lid and squeezing enough into her palm. She smothered the toy with slow sweeps, each one pressing the base against her own clit.
“Enjoying that?” Matty asked, smiling at her.
"It has its perks." Sloan grinned, and instead of reaching for the towel, wiped the excess deliberately across Matty's inner thigh.
Sloan’s hands went to Matty’s waist, thumbs digging in, keeping her close. Possessing her. She didn’t bother pretending otherwise.
Matty rocked once. It was slow, testing. The toy slid between them, nudging, and Matty’s breath caught.
Sloan watched her face. “You’re still staring.”
Matty’s cheeks flushed. “Shut up.”
Sloan smirked. “You’ll have to give my mouth something else to do.”
Matty leaned down and kissed her again, harder this time, and Sloan let her—let her take her mouth, her breath, the little sound she tried not to make.
Sloan’s hand slid between them, guiding the toy, watching as Matty sank down, inch by inch, until she was full. She froze, eyes squeezed shut for half a second, then opened them and looked right at Sloan as if daring her to comment.
“Fuck, I needed that,” she whispered against Sloan’s lips.
“I chose well, then.” Sloan grinned and captured Matty’s lips, rocking her hips slowly until they found a rhythm, letting Matty set the pace. “Slowly, don’t rush it.”
“Babe, it’s nearly four. And I need to come.”
Sloan gripped her waist. “And I want that for you…just not so fast.”
Matty sighed and arched, gripping the hem of her T-shirt and lifting it. She tossed it to the floor and unclasped her bra, freeing her breasts.
“You know whatIwant,” she said, pushing her chest forward.
Sloan licked her lips before wrapping her mouth around the closest nipple, moaning softly as it instantly hardened. She bit down, teeth tugging gently, but enough for Matty to feel it.
“Harder,” Matty breathed as she rocked faster, lifting and sinking, driving herself to the edge. Her hand slipped between them, rubbing her clit. “So…good…” She arched. “Ah—” Her free hand threaded into Sloan’s hair, gripping at the back of her head and pulling her closer as she kept riding faster. “Make me come, Sloan.”
One sudden pull, a shift of weight, and Matty was on her back before she could catch her breath.
Knees came up fast, heels digging into Sloan’s backside as Matty dragged her closer.
